Jerod's scowl only grew deeper as the caravan got closer to Ragna Ferox. He was hiding out in a caravan as the group were halted suddenly by the twin Khans themselves. Well, great, the mercenary thought with a quiet sigh. Here he was hoping to avoid getting spotted by either Khan, and here they both were, confronting them with the bulk of the forces that Ragna Ferox could probably muster right now. They loved their shows of force, and he rarely could stand having any part of these posturing contests. But he had a reason to speak with at least one Khan, and would utilize the situation to his advantage, a rarely coherent and specific thought for the drunken warrior. So he hopped out of a cart while the camp was made and people were indeed celebrating, and stalked over quietly near Therus, speaking in a familiar tone to the Khan as he stepped out of the woods near the man. [b]"'ow comes it tha' th' K'an  tha' ain' in power makes th' calls w'ile t'e ruler 'imself goes an' stay's silent, eh?"[/b]